Don't come any closer!

The happier Lin Xingye laughed, the angrier Li Hanwen became.

This time, he tried a different tack. "Mr. Lin, hitting me was bad enough, but now you want to humiliate me in public too? I'm just a small-time businessman. How exactly have I gotten in your way?"

He sounded so righteous, so tragically wronged that anyone who didn't know the truth would have felt terribly sorry for him.

Lin Xingye said, "Li Hanwen, weren't you the one who started shouting at me? Now you're yelling at me out of nowhere again. Do you even have any evidence to justify getting in my face?"

Not only did he avoid admitting that he'd hit anyone, he also told everyone that the trouble a few days ago had been caused by Li Hanwen's attitude-just look at how he was behaving today.

After all, shouting at someone without any evidence, simply because they had a prior grudge, really was rude.

Li Hanwen caught the implication too, but before he could argue back, a heavy blow struck his nose!

[Take this, you bastard.]

Lin Xingye wore a brazen grin. "Now that's what hitting someone looks like."

In an instant, the reporters at the back were hammering their shutter buttons hard enough to wear them out, each trying to squeeze through the crowd for a shot. With these photos, tomorrow's headline is mine!

The room erupted into chaos. Some watched the show, some tried to talk them down, and others tried to pull them apart. It was quite a spectacle.

Lin Xingye put everything into every punch, as though he were carrying the resentment of his previous life, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Li Hanwen was absolutely livid. Being beaten up twice by the same person was bad enough, but both times it had happened in front of so many people.

He was much sturdier than Lin Xingye. Blinded by rage, he swung a powerful punch back!

Thud!

A hand reached in from the side and firmly blocked his fist.

Li Hanwen was about to go mad with anger. What idiot was stopping him now? Couldn't they see he was the one getting beaten up?!

Bo Xi looked at him coldly, his words even more merciless. "Li Hanwen, don't make a scene here."

Li Hanwen: ⊙_⊙

Who's making a scene? Who's actually making a scene here?!

Lin Xingmo finally managed to squeeze through the crowd and immediately slapped Li Hanwen. "You dare hit my brother?"

Li Hanwen felt utterly wronged. His punch hadn't even landed.

He turned to look at Lin Xingye, only to find him held tightly by Qi Sijing, who had been pulling him back from behind. Curled into Qi Sijing's arms, he looked so small.

The corners of his eyes were red, as though he were the one who had just been beaten, making people feel sorry for him.

His whole face was flushed from his earlier agitation. Those alluring foxlike eyes were now full of hurt, the tip of his nose was pink, and tears slid down his cheeks.

He looked utterly pitiful.

Then everyone looked back at Li Hanwen's bruised, swollen face and fierce expression, unable to resist reproaching him. "Li, you were far too impulsive!"

"Young Mr. Lin looks so thin. What if you'd seriously hurt him? Honestly."

Li Hanwen stared at them in disbelief. Come on, open your eyes! Every injury on my face was caused by this supposedly frail little thing!

Seeing his brother crying like that broke Lin Xingmo's heart. "Li Hanwen! If you have no evidence connecting this to our family, just wait until I sue you for defamation!"

He would scare him first. He absolutely couldn't lose when it came to intimidation.

Supporting Lin Xingye, Qi Sijing guided him away with gentle nudges and soothing words.

Lin Xingye had wanted an excuse to leave anyway, so he didn't refuse.

He still threw out a couple of curses as he left, though, and the two almost started fighting again.

Cheng Yu stood at the back, watching the farce with interest. He didn't forget to summon the person in charge. "Make sure those people know what they can publish and what they can't."

The symposium clearly couldn't continue. Its conclusion was soon announced, leaving only a few people behind to deal with the mess.

An Shi always steered well clear of this sort of thing, and soon left with An Ning.

In a guest lounge at the back, Lin Xingye had barely been pressed onto the sofa when Qi Sijing leaned toward him.

Smiling, Qi Sijing drew very close, but only reached out to wipe away his tears.

Lin Xingye's taut nerves relaxed.

[That scared the hell out of me. I almost thought he was going to kiss me.]

The next second, something cool touched his lips.

He shoved the man in front of him away, unable to hide his alarm. "Qi Sijing, what are you doing?"

[Why is he kissing me instead of punching me? I just bullied his sister!]

Qi Sijing showed not the slightest embarrassment. "You were too pretty. I couldn't help myself."

He was simply curious about what expression would appear on that pretty little face if he did something like this.

It was even more entertaining than he'd imagined.

He moved forward again, pinned Lin Xingye's hands, and pressed him down against the sofa. "Can I kiss you again?"

Lin Xingye said, "Absolutely not!"

"Thanks, then~" Qi Sijing smiled brilliantly and kissed his cheek again.

[Is this lunatic even listening to me?! Being handsome doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!]

[Don't come any closer!!!]

"Mmph..." The man seemed to possess freakish strength. Lin Xingye couldn't break free at all and could only endure being pinned down and molested.

He had intended to deliver a "fatal blow," but the man seemed to know what he was thinking and firmly trapped his leg just as he was about to kick.

Unable to hold back his laughter any longer, Qi Sijing finally let him go, letting out a series of breathless chuckles.

Lin Xingye's face was reflected in his eyes, and his smile was thoroughly infuriating.

Lowering his voice, Qi Sijing made a lewd remark. "Don't go kicking around. What would you do about your future happiness?"

Lin Xingye was so angry that he laughed. An alluring pink colored the upturned corners of his eyes, making them as captivating as little hooks.

His voice was low and husky, carrying a unique allure. "Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. Do you even know how to kiss?"

At those words, Qi Sijing's expression darkened considerably. Had this well-behaved young master kissed someone else before?

An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside him.

Something like jealousy.

His body nevertheless obediently leaned toward Lin Xingye.

At that moment, Lin Xingye suddenly bit down hard on his tongue, and the taste of iron instantly filled their mouths.

Qi Sijing frowned in pain, but instead of getting angry, he smiled.

Lin Xingye stuck his tongue out at Qi Sijing in provocation, his face brimming with smug satisfaction.

He had thought Qi Sijing would be furious, but to his surprise, the man only smiled more happily.

Before the kisses left him dazed, all he remembered was Qi Sijing saying:

"Lin Xingye, you've turned me on."

"This feels so damn good."

Lin Xingmo had just come over to take his brother home. Before he even entered, he heard soft, broken whimpers inside. His hand paused. Had he come to the wrong room?

Before he could hesitate, Bo Xi, who had followed him over, pushed the door open.

The sight inside startled them both. The beautiful young man was pinned to the sofa by a tall man, who was kissing him with abandon. Intimate sounds filled the room, but judging by the young man's small, desperate struggles, he didn't seem to be willing.

Lin Xingmo's eyes widened in shock. Had Fishy gone crazy because he couldn't get a kiss?!

Bo Xi strode forward with a cold expression, hauled Qi Sijing away, and punched him. Then he pulled the dazed Lin Xingye into his arms and held him tightly.

How should one describe the scene now...

Well, Lin Xingmo felt that perhaps he ought to... step outside first?